THE FISHING NINJA
There was once a little town in the norther parts of Alaska. This was a very small village, who had no means of food other than the fish that they caught in the lake. All of the years before they had enough food to eat, but the food was getting scarce, and the Eskimo tribe was getting bigger. There were few left from the early years when the fishing was good, and the meals were plentiful. There was only one fisherman left. He was over 80 now, and never left his house. No one ever encountered the old man until one day when a young fisherman with a lot on his shoulders went out to catch some fish.
This young fisherman's name was Steve, and his family hadn't eaten in 2 days. His mother had died before and his father was bed ridden because of an injured leg. His little brothers and sisters were starving. He went out that morning knowing that if he didn't bring back food he would be in big trouble. He fired up the boat and set out. The motor was shot and the boat was going slow, but still chugging along. Steve decided to throw in the net and start dragging the line. Once he threw out the line there was a huge puff of smoke, and a loud bang. The engine was busted.
Steve turned back around to see an old man in a kimono. The kimono was hanging very low to the ground, barely hanging over the water. Steve looked puzzled because he didn't know how the man had gotten onto his boat because he was in the middle of the lake and scared at the same time, if thats possible. He asked "who are..."
The old man interrupted him and said "the fishing NINJA!!!!!!!" screaming only the word ninja, and throwing his knee length starch white beard and mustache over his shoulder.
"The who?" said Steve puzzled and in realization he is in no real danger.
"The fishing NINJA!!!!!!!" once again only screaming the word ninja.
"What do you want from me" said Steve.
"I want to teach you. As you know I am the only one left from the good times, when the fishing was good" Said the ninja with great passion. "What does that have to do with me?" said Steve, again looking puzzled. "I am going to teach you how to fish, the only way. The reason why fishing has been terrible is because they were trying to make it easier which gave them bad results. You have been using all of this high tech equipment, like your motors, and you drag the nets. Fishing takes precision and skill, not brute force," said the fishing ninja, afterwards taking in a huge breath of air as if he spoke a lot.
"Let's get started" said Steve, not knowing what he was in for. As soon as he said that, the fishing ninja took Steve, and made him to strenuous tasks, like balancing on an oar, while trying to hold a bucket in one hand and throw the net in the other. He made him scout out for fish until his arms were soar from the rowing, and he had Steve stand on his hands, at the very tip of the boat, while holding a bucket of bait on one foot, and balancing an oar vertically on the other.
"Once you master these skills, we will get to the fishing, but only after these are MASTERED" said the ninja. "You must have patience, and precision in order to be a good fisherman" said the ninja.
A bit later, Steve had mastered the skills needed. The ninja stood at the very tip of the boat, scanning the waters. He stopped, took the net in his hands, and looked at Steve and threw the net. The net sliced through the water like it was a hot knife cutting through butter. It looked as though it was thrown with enough force that if anyone had stood in front of the net it would have sliced them in half. Steve couldn't believe he was looking at the old man that never left his house. He looked like he wouldn't have been able to lift five pounds, let alone bring in a huge school of fish. The ninja was reeling these fish in like it was nothing. The cold water was bouncing off on his wrinkled face. He had done it. He had caught a day's worth of fish in one toss.
Then Steve stepped up to the side of the boat. He tossed the net over, and nothing came up. He looked back in disappointment, and wanting to learn how to do it like the ninja, but the ninja had gone. He wasn't there anymore. Steve couldn't figure out how he could have possibly gotten off of the boat. There was a little piece of paper with writing on it. It read, "I have taught you the skills you need in order to produce numbers like mine, but you'll have to figure out how to use them in order to do it. I have given you the knowledge, now put it to use," signed "the fishing NINJA!!!!!!!" only ninja in capitals, as if it was the only word being screamed.
From that day on, Steve went out every day in order to hone his skills to the best that they could be. Taught by the wise old man, he was able to catch the most fish ever by one man. But with the experiences that he had, he decided to teach the rest of the village as well. He saved the day thanks to the old man that never left his house. He never would have thought that that man would have taught him what he needed to know, but he did. The day was saved and all was well. Steve was able to teach the others and save the day, but the fishing ninja was never seen outside of his house again.
There was once a little town in the norther parts of Alaska. This was a very small village, who had no means of food other than the fish that they caught in the lake. All of the years before they had enough food to eat, but the food was getting scarce, and the Eskimo tribe was getting bigger. There were few left from the early years when the fishing was good, and the meals were plentiful. There was only one fisherman left.
This young fisherman's name was Steve, and his family hadn't eaten in 2 days. His mother had died before and his father was bed ridden because of an injured leg. His little brothers and sisters were starving. He went out that morning knowing that if he didn't bring back food he would be in big trouble. He fired up the boat and set out. The motor was shot and the boat was going slow, but still chugging along. Steve decided to throw in the net and start dragging the line. Once he threw out the line there was a huge puff of smoke, and a loud bang. The engine was busted.
Steve turned back around to see an old man in a kimono. The kimono was hanging very low to the ground, barely hanging over the water. Steve looked puzzled because he didn't know how the man had gotten onto his boat because he was in the middle of the lake and scared at the same time, if thats possible. He asked "who are..."
The old man interrupted him and said "the fishing NINJA!!!!!!!" screaming only the word ninja, and throwing his knee length starch white beard and mustache over his shoulder.
"The who?" said Steve puzzled and in realization he is in no real danger.
"The fishing NINJA!!!!!!!" once again only screaming the word ninja.
"What do you want from me" said Steve.
"I want to teach you. As you know I am the only one left from the good times, when the fishing was good" Said the ninja with great passion. "What does that have to do with me?" said Steve, again looking puzzled. "I am going to teach you how to fish, the only way. The reason why fishing has been terrible is because they were trying to make it easier which gave them bad results. You have been using all of this high tech equipment, like your motors, and you drag the nets. Fishing takes precision and skill, not brute force," said the fishing ninja, afterwards taking in a huge breath of air as if he spoke a lot.
"Let's get started" said Steve, not knowing what he was in for. As soon as he said that, the fishing ninja took Steve, and made him to strenuous tasks, like balancing on an oar, while trying to hold a bucket in one hand and throw the net in the other. He made him scout out for fish until his arms were soar from the rowing, and he had Steve stand on his hands, at the very tip of the boat, while holding a bucket of bait on one foot, and balancing an oar vertically on the other.
"Once you master these skills, we will get to the fishing, but only after these are MASTERED" said the ninja. "You must have patience, and precision in order to be a good fisherman" said the ninja.
A bit later, Steve had mastered the skills needed. The ninja stood at the very tip of the boat, scanning the waters. He stopped, took the net in his hands, and looked at Steve and threw the net. The net sliced through the water like it was a hot knife cutting through butter. It looked as though it was thrown with enough force that if anyone had stood in front of the net it would have sliced them in half. Steve couldn't believe he was looking at the old man that never left his house. He looked like he wouldn't have been able to lift five pounds, let alone bring in a huge school of fish. The ninja was reeling these fish in like it was nothing. The cold water was bouncing off on his wrinkled face. He had done it. He had caught a day's worth of fish in one toss.
Then Steve stepped up to the side of the boat. He tossed the net over, and nothing came up. He looked back in disappointment, and wanting to learn how to do it like the ninja, but the ninja had gone. He wasn't there anymore. Steve couldn't figure out how he could have possibly gotten off of the boat. There was a little piece of paper with writing on it. It read, "I have taught you the skills you need in order to produce numbers like mine, but you'll have to figure out how to use them in order to do it. I have given you the knowledge, now put it to use," signed "the fishing NINJA!!!!!!!" only ninja in capitals, as if it was the only word being screamed.
From that day on, Steve went out every day in order to hone his skills to the best that they could be. Taught by the wise old man, he was able to catch the most fish ever by one man. But with the experiences that he had, he decided to teach the rest of the village as well. He saved the day thanks to the old man that never left his house. He never would have thought that that man would have taught him what he needed to know, but he did. The day was saved and all was well. Steve was able to teach the others and save the day, but the fishing ninja was never seen outside of his house again.